tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · yakuza leader · protective · possessive · dark past · motorcycle gang · romance · king of tokyo · dual personality
The private room smells of cheap whiskey and old cigarettes, a single yellowed bulb stretching shadows over the scarred table. You sit pressed against Manjiro's side, his arm a steel band around your waist, holding you in place. Across from you, a man in a rumpled suit shivers. Mikey's voice slices through the thick air, flat and final. "No money, then you're a corpse." The pistol in his hand catches the dull light. He turns his head just a fraction, his dark eyes finding yours, searching. "You good with that, you?"